At the same time, Changsun Wuji quickly interrupted, "General Meng, step back."
Meng Fuyao bowed immediately, "Yes!" He took three steps back, turned around and left.
"Wait."
Empress Yuan's icy eyes seemed to burn a hole in Meng Fuyao's back, she said coldly, "I am talking, you mere servant, you dare to leave if you say so?"
Meng Fuyao turned his back to her, and sighed, why is Changsun Wuji's mother so virtuous? Girl, I'm your courtier, why don't I dare to leave? If it wasn't for Changsun Wuji's face, I would dare to kick you.
"Your Majesty." She turned around, bowed slightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing, "I obey His Highness the Crown Prince's orders. The Crown Prince ordered me to step down, and I obeyed, not to mention that I have never heard of the palaces of the five continents. Dependents, you can directly order and deal with foreign ministers."
"You!" Empress Yuan was so angry that the pearls and crowns trembled slightly, she gritted her teeth for a while and said, "You are indeed an arrogant, rude, life-or-death brat!"
"Your Majesty, you are rude." Changsun Wuji suddenly answered, with an indifferent tone, "This is my Wuji's hero, a hero who made great contributions to King De's case, and General Meng, who was bestowed by my father just now. All the members of the Wuji court are very grateful to the general for his bravery and loyalty. As the head of the harem of the world, you have lost your dignity by treating heroes like this, and it also chills the hearts of all the soldiers who fought bloody battles."
"A meritorious official?" Empress Yuan's slightly uptight voice did not know whether it was a smile or a sarcasm, "This world is really turned upside down. The loyal old minister is imprisoned, and the young child is a successful minister, haha, haha."
She laughed twice, and walked forward slowly, her steps were extremely slow, her rings jingled as she moved, and there was a sound in the inner courtyard, terrace, deep corridor, and there was no pressure.
She walked in front of Meng Fuyao, Huaguang's swaying pearls covered her eyes looking at Meng Fuyao, but Meng Fuyao still felt her sharp sword-like eyes behind the pearls, so he looked at it carefully, It's not like looking at a courtier, but like looking at a life and death enemy.
"I really want to know, how did Meng Gongchen 'run into the camp alone and kill seven generals, and draw a salary to destroy the King of Virtue'?" Empress Yuan parted her lips with a touch of rosy fat, and looked at her with a smile, "The whole capital city Your story is being sung, even I, a woman in the deep palace, is lucky enough to hear it, and I usually think about what kind of brave man I should be, I don’t want to be so young..." She smiled, "It is really a blessing for my Wuji court."
Meng Fuyao took a step back, bowed slightly, and said, "The boy is ignorant, the queen loves him."
Empress Yuan said slowly, "It's easy to say, easy to say." She stretched out the sleeves of flat gold embroidered flying phoenix, with ten slender fingers covered with enamel armor in the sleeves, and went to help her in person, "The emperor said, are you Meritorious officials, excuse me."
Meng Fuyao was about to get up, she stretched out her hands to help her, her wide sleeves drooped down, the palm protruding from under the sleeves flipped, her ten fingers suddenly hooked forward, right to the eyes of Meng Fuyao, whose head was bowed down!
The sharp and curved nails, which are as long as ten small daggers, are close to Meng Fuyao's face. With just one hook, Meng Fuyao's eyes will be gouged out!
"Click".
Empress Yuan froze suddenly with an extremely slight cracking sound, and after a while, ten dark blue armor inlaid with crushed garnets fell to the white stone ground, splashing everywhere, and a series of crisp broken sounds rang out.
Meng Fuyao smiled, raised her head, moved her scissor-like fingers away from the stiff fingertips of Empress Yuan, and moved her "scissors hands" playfully at Empress Yuan, and said with a laugh, "The quality of the empress's armor is It’s so bad, it breaks when you touch it.”
Immediately Meng Fuyao unceremoniously swung his hand violently, Empress Yuan staggered immediately, and nearly fell on Changsun Wuji, who had no intention of helping her at all, seeing Empress Yuan's complex expression, as if in pain Like hate, like sadness or helplessness, just a look, like a long sigh.
Empress Yuan took a few steps back before reaching out to support her body on the porch pillar. She raised her head and stared fiercely at Meng Fuyao. After a while, she suddenly smiled, and unexpectedly regained her graceful and calm demeanor. Almost hurt General Meng, General Duolao rescued him."
"Really? I thought the empress was practicing a new kung fu," Meng Fuyao blew on his fingers, and said lightly, "Maybe it's a kung fu like Nine Yin White Bone Claws? It's a pity that the kung fu is not perfect."
"Of course it can't be compared with the general," Empress Yuan said indifferently, "If the general wasn't good at kung fu, how could he sneak into King De's barracks, kill my imperial court food officer, and disturb the morale of King De's army?"
"Mother, please forgive me for reminding you." Changsun Wuji has been silently watching the Empress Yuan, and suddenly said, "King De's army is a rebel army, and the grain transport officer appointed by King De is a rebellious minister. He should be punished. General Meng is Going to suppress the rebellion is right and wrong, so don’t forget about it.”
"Suppressing rebellion?" The word was like a fire, burning the empress Yuan who had been cold and calm. She suddenly sneered, "How can you be convicted of this crime before there is a trial? The prince will frame up the crime before the king's merits and demerits are determined. Is he committing a serious crime? You are 'in the middle way', and King De raised troops to avenge you, what is wrong with it? Why did he suffer this crime and become your scapegoat to cut off your dissidents!"
The eldest grandson Wuji stared at her, pain flashed across his eyes at this moment, and after a long while, he said slowly, "My son is 'destroyed in the middle way', and has never seen his mother come to Wanzhou; King De is detained in Huazhou, and his mother has been away for two days. Arriving immediately, the wonders of the world are really touching."
His tone was calm, but every word was as sharp as a knife's edge. Empress Yuan's complexion turned pale when she heard this, she was speechless, and said after a while, "You are just cheating death."
"Yes, Your Majesty is very aware of the truth. She knows that my son is cheating on you, and she also understands that King De is wronged." Changsun Wuji laughed mockingly, "I will remember your defense of King De, and try to be fair during the interrogation, but since Your Majesty I came to Huazhou not for fun, but only for King De. Presumably, I didn’t get the permission of my father. As the minister there, as the supervisor of the country, I have to remind you that the palace family members are not allowed to leave the palace at will, let alone interfere in the state affairs. You have violated both. It’s better to go back to the palace earlier.”
He didn't even look at Empress Yuan, and said with a flick of his sleeves, "Come here. Respectfully send Empress Fengjia back to the palace."
"I won't go back!" Empress Yuan didn't even say "Bengong", she stood upright on the ground, her fingers tightly grasping the railing, and said coldly, "I'll just watch here and see how my emperor will deal with him —”
"Send empress to rest!" Changsun Wuji suddenly cut off her words, turned around and pulled Meng Fuyao away, he walked very fast, Meng Fuyao looked at the livid color between his brows worriedly, this was the second time Changsun Wuji got angry, But this time in the anger, the meaning of sadness is stronger.
"Changsun Wuji, you are so cruel!" Empress Yuan screamed behind her, tearing through the suffocating silence. The crystal nails that had lost their enamel armor snapped due to too much force. Her voice was even more heart-stopping than the cracking sound. Startled, "You can't kill him, he's—he's—"
The purple shadow fluttered, and swept back like a gust of wind. In an instant, the eldest grandson Wuji was beside Empress Yuan, and she lowered her head slightly. The eldest grandson Wuji looked at his mother with no expression, and said calmly, "You are really talkative today. "
Empress Yuan raised her eyes to stare at him, her breath fluctuating, and she said for a while, "Nie Zi, you might as well kill me together."
"How could the minister kill the queen mother?" Changsun Wuji regained that indifferent smile, and said softly, "Only those whose crimes deserve death should die."
"Who deserves to die for the crime?" Empress Yuan quickly interjected, "King De has the right to discuss relatives and nobles!"
"Those with evil intentions should die." Yuan Zhaoxu replied coldly, then suddenly leaned over to Empress Yuan's ear, and said in a low voice, "I have endured him for a long time, and I have given him one last chance, but I gave in , people have advanced ten feet... even touched my bottom line... I'm sorry, mother, I don't want to bear the sin, but some people who don't know how to advance or retreat force me to bear the sin."
"You are forcing me to die too." Empress Yuan also calmed down, and slowly put the broken finger of the enamel armor on her throat, showing a calm and serious smile at Yuan Zhaoxu, "Wuji, don't you regret."
"Using broken nails to commit suicide?" Changsun Wuji smiled and said lightly, "The last time it was a broken vase, and the last time it was almond juice. Your majesty, you are full of tricks."
He stopped looking at Empress Yuan, and stood on one side with his head bowed, not daring to look up at the Tian family mother and son. The guard called out, "Send the empress to rest!" Turned around and left.
He had just walked a few steps when he hurried over to the Governor, sweaty and pale, and whispered something in Changsun Wuji's ear. Meng Fuyao vaguely heard the words "suicide", and couldn't help but tighten his heart. He raised his eyes and looked up. Changsun Wuji, the smile on his face disappeared, and there was a turbulent and dark tide in his eyes. Meng Fuyao leaned on his hand, and felt his fingertips were cold. Empress Yuan seemed to have sensed something behind him, and quickly chased after him , asking, "What happened?"
The eldest grandson Wuji said without turning his head, "Send your mother back!"
The guards were hesitant to go over, and Empress Yuan sternly said behind her, "Stand back! Are you troublesome here? I come whenever you want, and leave whenever you want, let's see who can move me!"
The eldest grandson Wuji looked back and said with a smile, "Yes, ma'am, no one can touch you. You can do whatever you like, but I would like to remind you that there are still people who can touch you. I have to make my son uneasy, so I have no choice but to deal with the source of the disaster directly, you can figure it out."
"you!"
Changsun Wuji had already pulled Meng Fuyao away, Meng Fuyao couldn't help but look back when he walked to the middle of the corridor, and saw that gorgeous and noble woman standing trembling in the middle of the corridor, that thick and compelling bright yellow, Looking at it from such a distance, it suddenly becomes weaker and haggard, like a leaf that is about to wither, falling helplessly to the magnificent palace full of gold and jade.
Meng Fuyao sighed deeply in her heart, this is the mother and son of the Tian family, this is the life of the royal family, intrigues, tit-for-tat, murderous intentions, and indifference. She always thought that, as the only prince with the highest status in Wuzhou Continent, he would supervise the country at the age of fifteen Wuji, the eldest grandson of the assistant government, must be the only pride and glory of the father and queen. The Wuji royal family must also be the most harmonious family among the Wuzhou royal families, but they never thought that there would be deep rifts between mother and son. The conversation was chilling, and hearing her, an outsider, make her hair stand on end. How many secrets that the royal family can't tell are covered up in this palace with thousands of floors and pavilions
The King De and the Empress have an unusual relationship, right
Is it because of this that Changsun Wuji is lenient towards King Dewang
She unexpectedly offended the eldest grandson Wuji's mother unintentionally. Seeing the look in her eyes that wanted to peel her skin off, Meng Fuyao felt sad. It doesn't matter if you offend the God, but the consequences of offending the auntie are serious...
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Changsun Wuji walked faster and faster, his lavender clothes were blown by a bright green in early spring, like a soft cloud moving fast, Meng Fuyao stared at his steps, feeling faintly uneasy, since she knew him, this People have always been calm and calm, and he seemed to be insulated from losing his composure. However, at this moment, Meng Fuyao was a little dazed seeing his fast and unsteady steps, which were obviously impacted by the complicated emotions in his heart.
What happened to shock him so much
The two followed the governor all the way to the backyard, the more remote and less crowded they were, until they stopped in front of a row of servants' houses. These houses looked ordinary, and there were colorful cloth clothes drying outside. The three walked through the cloth , the governor opened the door of the third room, and when the door was pushed, a heavy smell of pig iron came over his face. Ordinary oil lamp.
Sure enough, the governor stepped forward, put his hand into the lamp cap and lifted it, and the west wall was raised with a rumble. The governor bowed to give way, but he dared not go any further. Get down.
Accidentally stumbled across the royal family's secrets, the governor only felt that something was wrong, watching Meng Fuyao follow along stupidly, his eyes were like looking at a goose about to enter the slaughterhouse.
The stupid goose didn't realize it, and followed his eldest grandson Wuji all the way down the iron stairs, and politely asked the governor, "Aren't you leading the way?"
The governor wiped off his sweat, cursed secretly where did the two hundred and five come from, and said again and again, "This officer is here to guard the gate for His Highness..."
Changsun Wuji waved his hands without turning his head, the secret door closed rumblingly, and a heavier rusty smell came in, and there was also a more chilly and pungent smell vaguely, which Meng Fuyao was very familiar with, she was startled, and her palm froze. cold.
All the way down the stairs, the quick steps of the two stepped on the iron ladder and there was a loud clatter, which spread far and wide, and there was no other sound. This place is dead silent, cold, dark, and empty, like a place of life. The eternal bed, like a mausoleum where countless dead are buried.
Changsun Wuji suddenly stopped in front of the lowest step, he stopped so suddenly, Meng Fuyao lowered his head to think about something, almost bumped into his back, raised his head, and gasped.
Blood.
Eyes full of blood.
The dripping blood slowly flowed out from the middle of the iron fence, wriggling sticky and thick, like red snakes, silently and horribly swimming slowly on the ground.
The iron wall facing the stairs was also smeared with a large amount of blood. The blood was sprayed on the iron wall, and large flowers of blood bloomed on the iron wall. Among the blood flowers, there were a few big characters with sharp brushstrokes. , written in the middle with fangs and claws, shocking.
"With my life, cast your crime!"
Those few words were written full of hatred, the strokes were as thick as fingers, and the end of those strokes full of blood couldn't bear the viciousness and hatred, the blood full of blood first fell out of a curved arc, and then Sliding down thinly, each stroke dragged out countless thin blood lines, intertwined vertically and horizontally to form a bloody net, as if to net some curse from the depths of hell.
De Wang sat under these words.
He crossed his legs, opened his eyes, and opened his mouth. The tongue in his mouth was gone, and some blood that had almost flowed out slowly dripped from his mouth.
He was sitting in the direction facing the end of the stairs. In other words, anyone who descended into this iron prison would see the terrifying bloody mouth for the first time.
How many people can bear such a violent impact on vision
And those few words... Meng Fuyao clenched his palms tightly, and slowly turned his head to look at Changsun Wuji. He was standing on the last step, and he never took the last step. A bit of chill emanated from his side, heavier than the rust, heavier than the blood.
Meng Fuyao took the next step and stood behind him. She always felt that Changsun Wuji's back looked so weak at this moment. It was the weakest moment since she knew him. The blood energy in this room seemed to have invaded his muscles and bones. As for him, he was so cold that his blood froze.
Someone used the most tragic way of death as revenge, and struck the last and most powerful blow in his life against the person he had always been unable to control.
This moment seems short, this moment seems long.
In the suffocating darkness and the blood-colored silence, Zhangsun Wuji finally heard a long sigh.
"You are so cruel..."
Meng Fuyao raised her heart, the desolation in Changsun Wuji's tone was like a pair of powerless hands, suddenly holding her breath.
Then he heard him say in a low voice:
"father."
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The thunder all over the sky suddenly struck the top of Meng Fuyao's head.
The explosion made her spirit fly to pieces.
With a sound of "clang", Meng Fuyao bumped into the iron ladder, but she didn't know the pain anymore, she pinched the iron railing tightly with her backhand, those rough and cold iron particles rubbed against her hand, she felt the pain Li suddenly realized that this was really not a dream.
King De is the biological father of the eldest grandson Wuji!
Just now, when Empress Yuan shouted "He is—" Meng Fuyao thought she was going to say, "He is my lover." But he never thought that the blank space after the dash turned out to be such a shocking secret.
Venus flashes in front of her eyes, and many chaotic thoughts are running rampant in her mind... King De's crazy concubine... She insulted Changsun Wuji for being out of order... Changsun Wuji's patience and temptation to King De... Changsun Wuji said: I never thought he was really He will kill me... the bitterness in his tone when he said that sentence... and the "I will die with my life!"
Zhu Er's crime of forcing his father to death!
What kind of father and son are these, what kind of parents are these!
Meng Fuyao was shivering, her teeth chattering up and down, she wasn't afraid, but just felt cold, because of the mystery of her life experience and the final outcome that entangled the royal family's privacy and exuded a bloody smell, she felt cold, and her fame moved the world Changsun Wuji, who is as smooth and flawless as beautiful jade, has always been carrying such an unspeakable pain behind her back that no one knows, and she feels cold. She is so cold, but she opens her arms to Changsun Wuji, who has never looked back.
She hugged her eldest grandson Wuji from behind, just like the eldest grandson Wuji who sneaked into her room that night hugged her, she pressed her face tightly to his cold back, and her movements were gentle, just like the elder grandson Wuji who sneaked into her room that night. His chin rested on her shoulder.
The spring breeze was like that night, and the fragrance of flowers was faint. They lay on the bed together and watched the spring light slowly dragging their skirts in this beautiful night; On the opposite side was a tragic corpse, with its mouth open to accuse him of death.
The eldest grandson Wuji stood silently, with the long sleeves of his large coat hanging down, his back which was always straight but straight, looked weak at this moment, although he was standing, he could be swept away like a gust of wind, caught in the cold tower, never to be found again Redemption of fate.
He stood there for an unknown how long, when the moonlight shone lightly on him, and the color of a strand of hair escaping from his sideburns gradually faded, from black to gray to white, and finally turned into the same color as the moonlight.
In an instant, white hair.
Meng Fuyao looked at the white hair fluttering sadly in shock, that thin hair, like an iron whip, ruthlessly lashed at her heart.
Her tears were dripping like a broken thread at some point. At this moment, she felt that she was so useless that she could not have the overturning hand of fate to erase the most tragic scene in her life.
She could only hold her eldest grandson Wuji tightly, and hold his back that was trembling slightly.
She said, "Wuji...you talk, you talk..."
She said, "It's not your fault, it's not your fault..."
She repeated it over and over again, tears slowly soaked Changsun Wuji's lavender long clothes, the skirt of the clothes gradually became darker, and looked like blood from a distance.
Changsun Wuji finally moved.
He turned around slowly, and gently hugged Meng Fuyao in his arms. The coldness of his fingertips penetrated through several layers of Meng Fuyao's clothes and reached her heart. , "Fuyao... Are we all born with sin..."
"No!" Meng Fu shook his head, "This is a crime committed by someone else, and it's someone else's wrong choice. Come and punish yourself."
She suddenly let go of her eldest grandson Wuji, walked to the prison door with big strides, pulled out the "Slaying Heaven" and slammed it hard, the chains slammed apart, Meng Fuyao pushed the door open, walked in front of King De, knelt down on both knees, bang bang He kowtowed three heads and said, "The dead are the greatest. No matter what grievances or grievances I had in life, I should worship you. In addition, this is my apology in advance for disturbing your body. There is one thing, whether you want it or not. Yes, I must."
She stood up, stepped forward, and raised her hand to close King De's open mouth.
"No matter who is at fault, this should not be the way a father punishes his son." She stretched out her hand resolutely, closed De Wang's wide-open eyes, and gently put his body down, without hesitation Wipe the blood on the wall.
There was no cloth around, so she wiped away the blood little by little with her sleeve.
After wiping, she turned around and saw Changsun Wuji had descended the stairs at some point, sitting on the ground, silently watching her do all this, his expression was very quiet all the time, as quiet as if sprayed from a very narrow window on the top of an iron prison. The moonlight under it is clear and cool, and it is plated on the dark ground, like an indelible wordless tablet.
Those grievances, love, hate, right and wrong that fade away with death are just like wordless inscriptions, which can only be commented with blanks. In an instant, one night's thoughts are wasted, leaving this night alone, the glazed fire.
The blood writing on the wall can be erased, but how to get rid of the marks left on the heart
Meng Fuyao walked over slowly, took out the fire pocket from his bosom, lit the copper lamp embedded in the wall, and then sat down, sitting in the bloodstained place, in front of Changsun Wuji.
The light of the copper lamp is flickering and flickering, and some dim light and shadows shuttle through the empty room, interweaving the past events that have been settled for a long time and the irreversible present.
"A long time ago, an emperor was seriously injured in a counter-insurgency war. A general beside him carried him on his back and hid in a cave, and finally died on his behalf at the most dangerous time. The lineage of the royal family has the same surname as the emperor, and after the emperor escaped from danger, he swore to the civil and military courts of the Manchu Dynasty that he would never fail the descendants of the general throughout his lineage of the royal family, and adopted the general's orphan as his own son."
"Since then, the orphan's lineage has been crowned king from generation to generation, and has guarded the lineage of the royal family, as close as a family. After about three generations, the emperor of this generation was born with congenital deficiencies, weak and sick. The country is relied on by the emperor as his right-hand man, when the two were young, they often traveled together and traveled in secret."
"In the late spring of that year, the two went to a mountain in the suburbs of Beijing. The emperor came to play a piano in the half-mountain pavilion. He spoke sharply and sharply, and ridiculed both of their piano skills and swordsmanship, and the two of them came home dispirited, and for some reason they never forgot the woman in their hearts."
The lights are dim, reflecting the calm face of the eldest grandson Wuji. His eyes are far away. It seems that through the bleak scene at this moment, he saw many years ago, the flowers fell in the late spring, the wind and shadows were long, the handsome man played the piano in the pavilion, and the brave young man danced under the tree. The sword, falling flowers all over the sky, the young girl in light yellow clothes came alive, and her words like a spirit warbler have stirred up the love and evil in this world, the ups and downs of a royal family, and the fate of countless people. Many, many years later, the innocent are still being killed.
Meng Fuyao silently reached out and held his hand, Changsun Wuji smiled faintly, and patted her hand lightly.
"About a while later, the emperor was busy with state affairs, and gradually forgot about the woman. One day, the prince rushed into the palace and told the emperor that he had found the woman and wanted to marry her. The emperor heard that the woman came from a prominent family. , was also quite moved, but he didn't want to rely on the emperor's honor to win the love of his brothers, so he ordered the personal eunuch to go to the woman's mansion and present a famous painting, which was a picture of a sword dancing in the snow from the previous dynasty. The emperor thought about women. Huiwu, I think he will like this painting, and asked the eunuch not to reveal his identity, but only said that one day when he went outing, Miss Meng taught him a lesson, and he never forgot it, boldly presented the painting, and begged for his favor."
"The woman took the painting, looked at it carefully for a while, and asked the eunuch: The one who plays the piano? The one who dances the sword?"
"The eunuch thought she was asking about the content of the painting, and answered: The sword dancer."
"The woman raised her eyebrows and smiled, and said, 'Okay.'"
"It was a final decision, the emperor liked it very much, and immediately issued an order to accept the woman as a concubine. In the second year after entering the palace, the woman gave birth to a child, which was the first and only son of the royal family. The emperor was even more delighted, so he enlisted her For the Queen."
"In the year when the empress was established, the prince also accepted the concubine. The other party is the eldest daughter of the king of Linjiang, the princess of the royal family. Originally, the same clan cannot be married, but this princess has been pampered since childhood, and she can ask for anything. She falls in love with the prince and insists on marrying him." , and they got married, the folk customs at that time were generous and not pedantic, and from the eyes of the world, they were also an extremely happy couple."
Changsun Wuji looked up at the ray of moonlight in the window, tonight seemed to be a full moon night, on that night many years ago, on the eaves of the new houses of those two seemingly happy royal couples, was there also such a round of consummation hanging high on the eaves? month? And what kind of story happened on such a moonlit night, causing the years to come to be poisoned by hatred, ecstasy day by day, until the ending was permanently crippled
"The days passed like this. From everyone's point of view, there was no abnormality in the matter, but only the person involved knew the turbulent situation inside. For example, the queen, she found that she was married to someone who was not human, and even found that the emperor was inhumane because of his frailty. For example, the emperor found out that the person in the queen's heart was not him at all. For example, the prince thought that the emperor had snatched his beloved woman, such as the princess, and finally realized that her husband was not her real husband. These thoughts were buried in the hearts of the four people like a cancer. , there is not a day when they will find peace."
"Then that child grew up. When he was three years old, he disappeared for half a month. In fact, he was not missing. He was carried away by the princess."
Meng Fuyao let out a short "ah".
"Princess—that is a somewhat paranoid and crazy woman by nature. She ventured into the palace, took the child away secretly, and locked him in a secret room. She didn't beat or scold him, but she looked at him with a mirror all day long and pointed at him. The man in the mirror said to him—look at your nose and forehead, you belong to him! You belong to him! This slut! Bitch slut slut... She kept cursing, and the child listened so hard Crying, the woman pinched him hard to stop him from crying, she said—in this world, people are not laughing when they laugh, and crying is not crying. What they show on their faces is all fake, only the pain in their hearts is real, and the pain in their hearts is not real. , it can’t be seen by others, once seen, it’s over.”
"The child stayed in the dark room for half a month, and was stared at by the mirror all day long, making his eyes dazzled. When he was rescued, he was almost blind. Since then, He certainly won't cry."
Meng Fuyao suddenly raised his head, sniffed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Stop for a minute, I'll digest it."
Changsun Wuji lowered his eyes, gently stroked her fingers with his cold hand, and said softly, "It's all over..."
Meng Fuyao stared at his chest, which was also wet at some point, she stretched out her hand, pulled out the secretly crying guy, pressed it to his forehead, and said softly, "Mouse, don't just hide, we Hug your head and cry."
Master Yuan Bao stretched out his claws and hugged her neck silently.
Changsun Wuji smiled, still smiling, Meng Fuyao turned her head away, at this moment she didn't want to see his smile at all, such a smile that was always graceful, noble, calm and unsurprised, hid the secret of how a child was forced to struggle The metamorphosis hides his pain that cannot be known or expressed by others, and hides the brilliance and perfection of the eldest grandson prince like glass, and the brokenness that cannot be cleaned up by the empress.
She was powerless to make up for the painful brokenness, she could only hold his hand tightly, trying to use her own warmth to warm the man's frozen and frozen heart.
"...The one who came to save the child was the prince. He stared at the child until he became frightened, so he picked him up. He smiled wildly and said, mine, mine—haha, this It’s mine, this time you can’t take it away—”
"The queen was there at the time. She waved off the maid, came over and closed the door, and suddenly rushed over to hug him, crying, 'It's yours...it's ours...the future will be ours...' They didn't avoid the child , They thought he didn't understand, but he did."
"The child grew up to be more than ten years old and gradually developed some talents. His father doted on him very much and gave him the military power early, allowing him to display his political talents. The prince and queen were very happy. They discussed I want to support the prince to become the emperor and kill the emperor."
"The child found out about this. He thought about it for days and nights, but he still couldn't make up his mind. That night he went to the emperor's bedroom to pay his respects to the emperor. The emperor, who had been lingering on the sick bed, was playing with a picture. He didn't put it away, but instead Beckon him to come and see."
"On that night, the child knew the whole story, but what he couldn't forget the most was the tenderness in the emperor's eyes when he mentioned the empress, the slight apology when he mentioned the prince, and the gentle eyes when he looked at him."
"At that moment, he immediately understood that the emperor knew everything, including his life experience!"
"When he returned to his bedroom that night, the child didn't sleep all night. He carefully thought about the temperament of the prince and the emperor. He had to admit that no one is better than the latter, whether it is a father or an emperor. He is narrow-minded, and has been stimulated by hatred for many years. Although the emperor is limited to frailty and cannot achieve greater achievements, he is generous and kind, and the people are able to have a peaceful time because of him. That child, he never owed anything, he helped him to learn to walk, he taught him to write with his hand, he put him on his lap to correct the memorial together, before that night, he never let the child realize he's not his father."
"Blood and kinship, the two cannot go together. That night the child came up with a white hair. In the early morning, he pulled out the white hair in the morning light, and then issued several orders one after another with the order of the supervisor."
"Those decrees gave the prince more honorable titles and more fiefdoms, but cut off his military power. At that time, the child still had hope that the prince would take the initiative to seal it. Since then, he has gone far away. The old grievances in the years will slowly fade away."
"However, the prince refused to seal the princess on the grounds of her poor health. After losing his military power, he was not willing to take care of the elderly. I don’t praise him for his loyalty, benevolence and bravery, the child has been watching coldly, on the one hand, he really can’t deal with the ‘loyal minister’ at will. On the other hand, he also hopes that his biological father will rein in the precipice, so he has been secretly restraining him, but he has not really moved him.”
"Who knew that the prince was a man with a guts greater than the sky. He couldn't bear this kind of life, and even joined forces with the queen to hint at this child's life experience, asking him to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan, kill his adoptive father, and welcome his biological father back to the throne. "
"This request is really absurd. The child just smiled. However, under the anger of the prince, he really took the risk, liaised with foreign countries, and wanted to instigate a rebellion in the old part of the Beijing army. After the child knew this, he knew that there was nothing he could do, so he could only feel pain. Make up your mind and give him 200,000 troops to quell the border chaos."
"This is a test and the last chance. If the lord puts down the rebellion honestly, the child will never make things difficult for his biological father, but he... really made a mess."
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled without a smile, and said, "Of course you know what happened next. It is a story that happened in the royal family of the eldest grandson. The prince is King De, the queen is my mother, and that child is me."
Meng Fuyao held onto his hand tightly, she no longer knew what to say or do, why in this world are there so many upside-down mistakes? The happiness of those innocent people was ruined for life. In this story, no one was at fault, but in the end it caused consequences that no one expected.
"Fuyao, it's true that Gaoluo's rebellion is true, I didn't lie to you." Changsun Wuji said in a low voice, "It's just that since I can catch the Gaoluo spy Toli lurking in the country, I am naturally prepared for Gaoluo, so I Not long ago, the Gaoluo War ended, but this news has not been released."
"And what I need to explain to you, I can finally explain it at this moment." He gently smoothed Meng Fuyao's hair that was stuck to her forehead by the side of her eyes, and fixed her messy sideburns himself, and said, "I really do. I didn't expect that he would plan to kill me even if he gave up Yao Cheng, I expected everything, but I was so stupid that I didn't expect that my father would kill me."
My father is going to kill me.
Meng Fuyao's tears dripped down on the ground where the blood was floating, and the congealed purple blood was melted away, and the ground was once again blushed red, like a flower blooming on the other side of the underworld, whose flowers and leaves never want to be seen again. Manshu Shahua.
She rushed over suddenly and hugged the motionless Changsun Wuji's shoulders, her tears scorched hot on Changsun Wuji's skin, every drop was as heavy as mercury, piercing through the cracked muscles and bones straight to the bottom of her heart, smashing out a large piece of scorching tears pain.
Changsun Wuji slowly raised his eyes, looking at Meng Fuyao under the lamp who was brimming with tears.
At this moment, the light was dim, and the stories filled with the loneliness of the vicissitudes of life flowed slowly. This woman who was trapped in the Shura field and never frowned in the face of death, cried tears of tears for his story.
Master Yuan Bao also rushed forward, and jumped between them, hugging the eldest grandson Wuji tightly.
"Please, cry once, just once..." Meng Fuyao shook the shoulder of the eldest grandson Wuji who was sitting silently, his nails dug into his clothes, "Cry out, cry out..."
"Please... cry out..." She buried her head in his shoulder, crying over and over again.
Changsun Wuji stared at her for a while, and finally stretched out his arms to embrace her, raised his head, and watched the moonlight seeping through the tiny window crack.
It is the moonlight that does not distinguish between the present and the past, it is the moonlight that has written all the joys and sorrows, it is the moonlight that has crossed the desolate river, peeled off in the golden dust of the world, and always shines coldly, unaware of the sufferings of the world.
His previous life was also like the moonlight, cold and distant, not belonging to the lights of thousands of tents, not belonging to the ordinary years, not belonging to the warmth of the world of mortals, he was caught in a few rounds of scheming, grievances and grievances were overturned like sand between fingers, and he woke up from a big dream. It's a guest.
He is the master of the dynasty, and he is a happy passer-by in this world.
He enjoys all the luxuries in the world, and some things are also luxury to him.
However, at this moment, someone hugged him, shed tears for him, her warmth came through his bones, and he couldn't refuse to hear the sound of the ice thawing.
a long time later.
He raised his head and closed his eyes.
Moonlight outlined his delicate jaw.
Outline, under the long eyelashes, there are thin, slightly reflective water droplets.